This is a song about "Social"

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

The stress and all the social work, makes you wanna go berserk,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name